San Francisco greeted us with rolling fog, colorful Victorians, and the salty breeze of the bay. Oliver couldn’t stop photographing the Golden Gate Bridge as it disappeared and reappeared in the mist, while Joanna hunted down the best sourdough in Fisherman’s Wharf. We wandered through Chinatown, rode the historic cable cars, and watched the sunset from Twin Peaks. This city feels layered, creative, and endlessly alive.
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